AR Neal asked me to write a haiku about gallynappers. I couldn’t stop at just one, so hopefully she doesn’t mind that I wrote four instead. Give them a read and let me know how I did in the comments.
Under changing autumn leaves,
Miss the chainsaw’s roar.
In winter’s calm ocean beds,
Miss pollution’s sneak.
On the warming sands of spring,
Miss the dump truck’s squeal.
Tall grasses ward summer’s heat,
Miss the wildfire’s dance.